Topic: Some of my poems | |
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Edited by
RDSIII
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Sun 06/14/09 02:37 AM
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Grow
There comes a point in the lives of men When whispered words make bright lights dim When hollow promises fall apart And lessons be learned deep and dark The song bird sings the song of truth The words of wisdom pass the tooth The man inside fights to the top And all the old just fades and drops We learn that we have done much wrong That maybe we should change All the things we thought were cool Were really just so vain Party hard and live it up Learn your lessons when you get stuck Ask your friends to have your back And find out what was false and fact You’ll know it when you see it Son I promise this When most friends turn their backs to you The others ball their fist You’re true friends will stay Strong and by your side And then my child you’ll crave To spread those wings and fly Surely you will make mistakes Stumble slip and fall But surely you’ll recover Jump up son never stall Don’t act hard, don’t be shy, Don’t you hide my child Just know that you are you for you But never tame the wild |
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Taurus
Gentle winds blow through the night A lonely Taurus stands to fight A simple song floats in the breeze As mighty foes fall to their knees The birds spread tale of strong stood bull They tell of how he defeated those fools They let the moon know of his feats And yet the Taurus could soon be beat The Taurus has friends who stand their ground Yet in this battlefield they aren't found No one can help as he wards the beast Off of his emptiness they feast But Taurus stands strong as battles do come He is not fond of losing some He will not falter nor will he fail No he will wait for the ring of the bell A free bird could save him, a restless being That being could take Taurus out of the ring And so he stands strong and steady he'll wait For something so fair can never be late |
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Satans long lost shore
Once I stood at Satans door, I knew I'd sin nevermore Certain things I'd ponder poor Though I knocked on Satans door What has got me by my hair with grip so tight I fear to stare Into the eyes of one so fair while I dream of forgotten shore It's not my fault this demons grasp has hold of me Look to the past Maybe you will see the last of those waves on forgotten shore Satan looks into my eyes my sins be written by his scribes Evil deed brought evil vibes and now I'm looking at the shore But it's time to turn run fast perhaps escape the demons grasp Shangri-La insight at last, and look ahead at golden door Look ahead the long lost shore Satan lost his long lost shore at these gates the golden doors |
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To Dad.
Perhaps you didn't understand. Perhaps you didn't care. Perhaps I would have turned out better. If only you'd been there. I sat and cried, on my bed, for many, a lonely night. I hoped and begged and called for you, to come and aid my fight. But then I saw what it was, I'm sure I saw the truth. When you didn't comfort me, when I lost that tooth. You did your drugs, She didn't care, though it hurt her so. You dated that girl, blue eyes, blonde hair, but then you let her go. You made me, that little brat, the one you hated, despised. But then one day, you were there, right before my eyes. I asked my mother, who is that? That man sitting there. My mother looked me in the eyes, as if she couldn't bear. To tell me that man in the chair, blonde hair, blue eyes, pierced ear. Was that guy I hated so, my father oh daddy dear. And then it was fine, we filled the hole, to California we went. On the beach and on the sand, my mind was slowly bent. I wondered if you were my dad, would you be there for me? Well when I needed you the most, I met reality. You disappeared, gone again As I sat and cried My mother had that sorry look Deep within her eyes She told me she was sorry Told me you'd be back All I had to do was wait Until you ran out of crack So I grew up and knew you well Though distance I keep strong Every time that you ****ed up I added to the poem And as you can see well now You ****ed up quite a bit So I guess it must be time For me to ****ing quit And well, dear dad, here's what I say, so listen and hear me well. You, my ****ed up father figure, good sir, can go to hell. |
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All great poems brother, keep the words coming out if not you'll keep em in. Thanks for the great reads.
Ad astra per aspera. |
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Compelling writes...full of feeling and humanity. Ty for sharing them, and welcome to mingle and this forum.
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Welcome, you do good work.
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thank you very much everyone.
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